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Section 699 is a bit interesting

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"By the way, have you heard of it?"

After the people present walked into the store and sat down, one of the well-informed people said a little without saying anything, and then he continued with satisfaction when he saw the others showing impatient face.

"Last night, several large pharmacies run by Japanese were snatched up, and they were all controlled drugs. The spy department's despicable things went to inspect the scene early in the morning.

It is said that no trace is left behind. Oh, no, and I can't say that there is nothing. The thief left a Z-character with a dagger at all the scenes. Do you think it's strange?"

"Strange man Zuo Luo!"

An elite scum who had been in the United States was shocked and blurted out a name. Seeing that everyone was looking at him curiously, he quickly showed off his overseas student life.

"It's normal for you to know. You haven't been to America. Brother, I heard a legend when I was studying that there was a thief named Zuo Luo in South America.

This man was the son of the landlord, but he was willing to do a heroic and righteous manner, eliminate violence and safeguard the good, rob the rich and help the poor, and wore a black mask, a black hat, a black cloak, a black mount, a sword and a long whip."

"thug!"

"robber!"

"Bah!"

Otherwise, the butt determines the head, when the curious people heard what the other party did, they immediately adjusted their class position and despised this criminal behavior.

If there is really such a person who is heroic and righteous in Harbin, they will be the first unlucky ones. Who among them is not arbitrary, a traitor, and is notorious.

No, we must urge the waste from the police department to catch people as soon as possible. The wise men of the society were filled with righteous indignation and spoke fragrant, and cursed the dog thief who imitated Zuo Luo and was so bloody.

“That’s it, that’s it.”

Xu Enzeng was also worried. His name was already stinking to the wind in the past few months. Of course, he chose to stand on his side of his friends, and then asked the whistleblower.

"Is your news accurate? No matter how I think the police are all on the street. If this happens, they can be so idle. Don't spread rumors.

The police department and the Japanese are worried that they can’t find anyone who burns the warehouse. Be careful that the disaster comes from the mouth. They are taken to be a scapegoat and eaten by guns by people from the secret service department. Don’t blame me for not reminding you if something happens."

"Bang!"

The other party was dissatisfied when he heard this, and suddenly slapped the table and overturned the water cup. Facing the questioning gaze, he patted his chest and proudly told the inside story.

"You know, my brother-in-law works in an ordinary high-level department in the secret service department. He said that this case involves controlling drugs, so it is inconvenient to investigate publicly, so he can only verify it secretly.

In addition, there were more than a dozen guards who died at several scenes, all of whom were Japanese veterans. The situation was serious and sensitive, so the ordinary police did not take over. You know."

Special Services Department,

Common high-quality stocks.

Xu Enzeng and Ling Sanping, who had successfully cliched, had their eyes touched, and their faces showed such an expression, but they were guessing in their minds that they were doing it with such cruel methods.

With the personnel quality and tactical level of the Kwantung Army, it is very difficult to kill so many former professional soldiers, even if they are not active-service people.

The Secret Service is fine, at least a few people can do it, such as Gui Youguang. The Secret Service headquarters is over. Including police dogs, there is no such operation expert at this level.

I'm not embarrassed,

The embarrassing thing is someone else.

Director Xu knew this well and chatted with the guests for a while with a smile. Then he went to a restaurant in groups and asked what to do about the business. He had to wait until he sobered up before talking.

At the dinner table, scumbags with different identities intentionally or unintentionally revealed a lot of information, involving all aspects of the Japanese and puppets, which made Xu Enzeng look at Ling Sanping with a deep sense.

His meaning is very obvious, just to tell the other party that his path to making friends and obtaining information is correct, and this guy is still resentful of Zuo Zhong's veto.

idiot.

A total idiot.

Ling Sanping silently commented in his heart, if there was no grain store of large size, would you think these people who were more beautiful than monkeys would pay attention to you, a small shopkeeper?

The key to pretending to be identities is not whether you are willing to spend money or not. The key is whether there is an industry. Having an industry means having a background, and the money spent has a clear source.

The two of them can't always pretend to be greedy for money from their bosses. They will come into contact with certain levels of goals in the future, and they will not accept people with character or ethics.

Good man,

Not necessarily everyone likes it.

Bad guy,

It will definitely be disgusted by everyone.

During the meal, demons and monsters were drinking, and Ling Sanping occasionally took a sip of the cup, focusing on the content of the conversation between these people, and soon heard a conversation.

"You know about Hamatang Village in the southern suburbs. The Japanese stationed a squadron there. With the recommendation of my father-in-law, the supply of meat for these 193 people will belong to me next year."

"Your father-in-law is the director of the People's Livelihood Department of our Mizhou Kingdom. He comes forward and even the Kwantung Army has to give you some thin face. Brother, just wait and get rich. Come on, come and touch one."

"Come on, touch one."

The two guys who were flushed with their faces turned their tongues, clasped their cups in their arms and then drank them all. The first person's eyes immediately became straight and his forehead hit the table.

Winter...Winter...Winter

Looking at the drunkard with his head bounced on the table like a ball, Ling Sanping felt that the opportunity had come, and smiled and said to the person on the table that he wanted to send this person back to the grain store to rest first.

No one cared about what he said at this time, and even the heroes of the female team forgot about him for a while. They stepped on the bench with one foot and punched them. Only the waiter helped the two open the door.

He called a taxi back to Risheng Grain Store. Ling Sanping helped the other party to the bed of his residence on the second floor, and opened the person's eyelids with a cold expression, then clenched his fists.

"Peng~"

"Peng~"

"Peng~"

The fist hit the lower rib of the alcoholic, with no effort or heavy strength, and it was precisely stuck between the severe pain and the injury. No one could pretend to be asleep in front of a doctor.

The unlucky guy was hammered three times, and the Tong Kong did not change at all. Ling Sanping let go of his hand with satisfaction, put on gloves and took out a small notebook in the other party's pocket.

He quickly looked through the sunlight, which recorded the situation of the Japanese squadron and the basic information of the chief officer. He had to work hard at a critical position when doing business and fighting.

Ling Sanping did not use paper and pen to record it. He forced the information into his mind by merely remembering it, then calmly put the notebook back, took off his gloves and walked out as if nothing had happened.

After a long time, the drunkard lying there shivered. The cold wind outside the window gradually became stronger, and the sky turned gray and white little by little. The first snow in 1935 finally came.

A day off on Dragon Boat Festival ~~

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